Chapter 4: Carve my mark on you.

The dragon race’s concept of “revenge” had always puzzled human dragon scholars. Leon had heard something about it before. Their revenge was a non-human behaviour that combined “obsession,” “extremism,” “beyond the scope of human understanding,” and so on.

So, no matter what the dragon race did in terms of revenge, Leon wouldn’t find it strange.

However, two years ago, to disgust her, he impregnated her with a single soul-stirring act. Two years later, was she planning to do the same thing to him?

Was his approach a bit too wild?

But there was no time to analyse Rosvitha’s revenge psychology for Leon in the current situation. Her silver tail behind her had already lifted high, a sign that the dragon race was entering an excited state.

Excitement didn’t just include the recent joy and happiness of Little Muen. Other behaviours could also indicate the excitement of the silver-haired dragon race.

For example… dual activities.

“Rosvitha, either kill me directly or give me a knife, and let’s have a real duel.”

He would wholeheartedly accept if Rosvitha were to engage in a fair one-on-one duel with him as a dragon and human. Even though he knew he was no match for Rosvitha at the moment, he would fight to the last moment to defend the honour and dignity of the Dragon Slayer.

As for reality?

Indeed, it was currently a one-on-one duel between human and dragon, but the manner and setting of this duel were…

Rosvitha completely ignored Leon, her tail pressing on him, rendering him immobile.

Leon continued to try to awaken the few traces of knightly spirit in Rosvitha’s heart.

“Your Majesty… you can kill a Dragon Slayer, but you cannot humiliate one. Forcing me to do such things with you is the utmost insult!”

Seeing this, Leon continued to try to awaken the few traces of knightly spirit in Rosvitha’s heart.

Rosvitha closed her eyes slightly, a blush gradually climbing up her cheeks. She swayed her body slowly in rhythm with her breath.

“Since doing such things with the dragon race is an insult to you, the Dragon Slayer, two years ago, when you used the Blood Enchantment on me, you should have anticipated the consequences today.”

“I don’t want to hear your explanations, Leon. Since you yourself admit it’s an insult to you, the Dragon Slayer, I am even more determined to complete this revenge.”

Rosvitha extended her index finger, gently pressing it against Leon’s lips. She slowly opened her eyes, and in her vertically slit dragon pupils, there flicker ambiguity and tenderness.

Leon stared at her in a daze. Although Rosvitha’s eyes were filled with affection, Leon knew it was just an emotion triggered by the current situation.

The so-called “emotion” was nothing more than a biological instinctive response.

Rosvitha herself had said that this was humiliating Leon. This was seeking revenge against Leon.

“Then let us——”

She lowered the tone, and in an extremely gentle voice, there was a hint of triumph, “Begin.”

Leon closed his eyes, forcefully suppressing his physiological reactions. But there was no way.

For a normal male, it was simply impossible. Moreover, when a living being encountered intense stimulation, the desire for a deeper step forward clashed wildly with Leon’s rationality as a Dragon Slayer in his mind.

The inherent reproductive instinct hidden in male animals clashed with the honour and pride of the Dragon Slayer…

They were like darkness and light. Once they collided, there was only destruction, with no possibility of coexistence.

At this moment, Rosvitha was already advancing further on her path of revenge. It was more accurate to say this was a carnival of humiliation rather than revenge.

The battlefield had changed from high mountain plateaus to a spacious, soft bed. No longer wielding knives and swords but rather holding onto different parts of each other’s bodies.

This insulted Leon, the strongest Dragon Slayer, but wasn’t it also an insult to herself? The crazed queen was even more enchanting than usual.

A round of fierce battle ended, and the two great races of humans and dragons, who had struggled against each other for centuries, now found themselves in a blissful paradise.

Rosvitha felt the warmth, tilting her head to look at the ceiling. Silver strands of hair cascade down, resembling the Milky Way in the sky. She laughed slightly sinisterly, “Look, great Dragon Slayer, are you feeling humiliated by the dragon you hate the most? Do you feel powerless? Hehe… Hahaha——”

Leon had just awakened from a two-year coma, and his body was already very weak.

Now, with such intense exertion, he felt his body on the verge of collapse.

He had already given up on the idea of having a decent conversation with Rosvitha, shouting,

“Kill me! Rosvitha, you’ve had your revenge. You can kill me now, right? Hurry up and do it!”

Two years ago, he thought there was no possibility of surviving, so he wanted to humiliate Rosvitha in the last moments of his life.

But he was saved by Rosvitha and subjected to her madness. For a proud human hero, it was almost worse than death.

Rosvitha also discarded the gentle facade, “Kill you? Hmph, the harm you caused me is not something a moment of tenderness can compensate for.”

“I want you to live, Leon. I want you to live well.”

The queen slowly bent down, getting close to Leon’s face, hair strands cascading down as she gently stroked his ear.

“You have to stay alive to continue being humiliated by me.”

“I want you to live in this shame, great Dragon Slayer. Do you understand? A lifetime, all by me, harshly, humiliated!”

“You might be thinking, suicide when I’m not paying attention would solve everything.”

“But unfortunately for you, even if you cut off your head, I will use all my resources to revive you.”

“I want you to live, always under my feet, enduring my humiliation and retaliation.”

“Leon Casmode, no one can kill you until I am satisfied, including yourself.”

The silver dragon’s eyes no longer hold the warmth and haze they had just moments ago.

“I want to leave my mark on you.”

“For dragons, this is the supreme glory. Countless powerful male dragon kings aspire to receive my mark.”

“But only you, Leon, only you can receive it.”

“Because for you, it has nothing to do with honour at all.”

“It engraved on your body represents shame, represents you becoming my captive, represents that for the rest of your life, you can only be bound to me, unable to go anywhere.”

Rosvitha slowly extended her right hand as she spoke, and a silver magic circle shimmered in her palm. She used her other hand to tear open Leon’s shirt.

“Rosvitha… Please, stop, don’t do this…”

“I will tell you what kind of end awaits those who offend me, Rosvitha!”

After about a few dozen seconds, Rosvitha withdrew her hand, beckoning with her fingers, and the mirror on the bedside flew into her palm.

She held the mirror in both hands, adjusting the angle to ensure Leon could see the mark on his chest. It was a silver flying dragon with wings with some elements resembling hearts.

“Leon… you will still be the great dragon slayer in their eyes?”

Rosvitha chuckled, dressed herself, and left the bed.

“I’m going to prepare some food for our daughter. Tonight… we continue.”